"If it helps, there are multiple versions of some people here. Alternate universes are a tricky science. Your face is unique back in your home because Ward doesn't exist there and vice versa." he explained. "You should be careful around my friend Jemma. Lovely English girl I share a room with. She'll have you strapped to a lab table with pints of blood taken. She's little but she is determined." He frowned thoughtfully. "I'm not sure we've ever had a clone clone but we have life model decoys which are sort of like that."
Fitz started to hand the bottle before chuckling softly. "Don't let my clean cut smallness fool you. I like that, by the way, clean cut smallness. It sounds so much better than thin and wimpy." He leaned back slightly and shrugged. "But I can drink. We used to spend most our down time at school drinking."
When he stopped reaching for the bottle, Fitz shrugged and took it back before taking another drink. Listening to his rant, Fitz raised his eyebrows in surprised. "Other than the sodomizing part that does sound really familiar. I thought there had to be some sort of rational explanation to what was happening with him. He was my friend and we had done some scary things together. He had saved us so many times before." Reaching over, he patted Archer on the back. "It's okay. I'm pretty used to that. I tend to go through the same thing." Granted, he didn't tend to let things like that spill out but he did ramble.
He nodded. "It really does. He ejected us out of our plane into the ocean. From what I hear we sank to the bottom." Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on the fact he was on the roof and not falling to his death. "I haven't actually gotten to that part but yeah, it would be drowning. The medpods aren't very big, supplies are limited."